Sunday morning lets us wear our dreams

Its 0704 sunday morning. Yes, amazed that I am awake when everyone is still midway in their dreams. But me, I fell asleep at around 10 last night. Too tired. And so i woke up, trying to see if it was raining. But there was no rain.

"Am I beginning to regret?"

"Don't"

Just what am I up to? I have no idea at all. Am I such a coward? Maybe. And all the words about "I love myself" is just a pretendence. To glorify my cowardice as strength. I am simply afraid of getting hurt. Possibility vs reality. And in the process, I unknowingly bring rain to a whimper. Now i see myself a weakling. My heart tremoring within my egosphere when it rains. And I chose to hide and stay away. I used to enjoy the rain. It was part of me. I was in touch with it. I needed it as always. My presence add warmth to it. Brought meaning?But because the rain is still just a rain. I read it not. I wispered...

"Importance"

...and heard the same thing in return. And I took it as a echo. Or was it true? Or am i shroud full of cowardice I dare not hear the truth?

I promised I would be there always. Soon as i said it, I ran away in fear.Crying Me Myself and I. Then the rain was soft. It was a drizzle. Was it whimpering? Did I cause it? And the rain said it would stop if it were better for me. And now i am a lost soul. Because I want to know its there. I desire to be with it.To be drenched in its warmness. Yet I fear the cold that is to come. Now i see it... ...

"Am i undeserving of such friendship"